There is no doubt that the Astartes possess superhuman strength.

Otherwise, how could they be called the Emperor's death angels? Various honors and glorious titles can be crowned on their heads, but for Cronus, he no longer needs those things to prove.

My own bravery.

He is part of the legend himself, you could even say that.

Cronus Tiberius is the legend itself.

The Astartes have no blood or tears, and most of them will not shed a tear when they die. For superhuman beings like them, perhaps only one thing can affect their emotions.

At this moment, Kronos was looking at He Shenyan blankly, his otherworldly face expressionless, and there was no so-called emotional fluctuations in his blue pupils. But those two lines

The tears were real, they slid down slowly, dripping on Kronos's shoulder armor, and then continued down, until they reached the sacred prayers hanging on his armor.

"...is that true?"

I don't know how long it took before Kronos trembled and asked this sentence.

"I'm not bad enough to joke about this kind of thing, Kronos."

Astarte lowered his head and said in a low voice that was unfamiliar to him: "I know - I just can't believe this is true."

His reaction was as expected by He Shenyan. The mage was not the kind of person who particularly liked to see others embarrassed. He simply changed the subject: "How are you doing here?"

"Not bad." When talking about his actions here, Kronos couldn't help but smile.

The military literacy and character of the Noxians are simply born for war, but what makes Kronos most satisfied is not this. It is the fact that they have not lost it no matter what the circumstances.

The sense of honor is particularly important.

If a person loves the battle itself and has to fight all year round, some changes will occur in his heart. This is inevitable. Human beings will always be changed by the environment. But such changes are often not in a good direction.

To change, even Kronos.

The war has changed him forever, as well as these mortals. But he has the blessing of the Emperor, the strict code from the Legion, and his own superhuman willpower. With these things, he can restrain himself, but in ordinary life

People don't have these things. Under such circumstances, the sense of honor is particularly important.

It was the sense of honor that kept them from killing women and children and becoming as corrupt as some of his brothers. From another perspective, it was also the sense of honor that saved them.

Kronos said: "However, there is only one drawback."

"oh?"

Astartes rubbed his brows in annoyance: "Noxus currently only has one battlefield, which has resulted in a large number of soldiers with nothing to do. In order to let their excess energy be consumed, I had to open a

A military fighting arena.”

From the look on his face and the following narration, He Shenyan could tell that Cronus was helpless about this matter.

After all, this is different from a friendly mutual discussion. Battles in military arenas are often extremely cruel. The nature and culture of the Noxians make them worship the strong, and the fallen will not be killed even if they are killed.

No complaints against the winner.

"What about you? Your vacation should be pretty good, right?" Cronus asked. The short greetings of these parents did not seem to make him impatient. On the contrary, Cronus seemed to be very touched by the mage's experience of going on vacation.

interest.

"Don't mention it..." He Shenyan rolled his eyes.

He clapped his fingers and said one thing after another: "The thing I did the most during the entire vacation was to tease a little girl, asking her to run errands for me every day to get cold beer, and then cast a spell to turn the beer into juice.

Give her a drink."

"Besides... I also turned a former overlord of the universe, a lunatic with some mental problems, into an Earthling and let him farm in the countryside."

For some reason, Cronus suddenly regretted asking this question.

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Thanos walked into a convenience store. The owner, a black man, stood behind the specially reinforced counter and looked at him through the glass: "What do you want, man?"

"I heard you sell some special stuff here."

The black man laughed lukewarmly: "It depends on whether you are a special person, man - you understand what I mean, right?"

"Makili introduced me."

"Which Makili?"

"Don't you know him?" Thanos asked back. "Makili, who owns a fishing equipment store on East Third Street."

The black man nodded: "Of course I know that bastard, I just want to confirm. Come with me."

After saying that, he walked out from behind the counter and took Thanos to the back door of the store, not forgetting to close his own door before leaving.

They walked out of the back door of the convenience store for about ten minutes before crossing the alley and arriving at a very secret garage.

The black man took out the electric key from his pocket and opened the door. Then, what appeared in front of Thanos and him was a whole wall of weapons.

The black man clapped his hands triumphantly. The gap between his front teeth was very wide, which looked quite funny: "Man, these are all top-quality goods, my private collection. For the sake of Makili, I let them

You pick two."

"Do you have any recommendations?"

"That depends on what your needs are."

The black man came to the garage and turned on the light. He picked up a silver large-caliber revolver from the shelf nearby. It had a brown grip and looked extremely beautiful: "'Anaconda', a large caliber, can kill people with one shot."

If a person falls down, there is no use wearing a body armor. The kinetic energy can cause the person who was hit to break his bones directly."

He made a gesture and grinned. He put down the gun with a smile, turned around and picked up another shotgun, and smelled the gun with great enjoyment: "M870, reliable old man. Don't do it."

It doesn’t look amazing, but with this thing, you can make the people in front of you fall down like wheat being harvested.”

"Is there a fully automatic one?"

Thanos' abrupt words made the black man narrow his eyes. He touched his chin and said: "Man...you should know that automatic weapons are illegal in this state, right?"

"Yes."

"Then you also know that we just killed a dozen school shooters last year, right?"

"I know."

The black man laughed twice more lukewarmly: "I brought you to my small warehouse for Majili's sake. Man, you have to understand one thing for me - although I never ask people

What are you buying a gun for, but don’t even think about using the goods I sold you to do some bullshit against humanity, do you understand?”

Thanos' expression remained calm, and he asked: "Do you know Mrs. Jackson?"

The black man's eyes changed slightly: "...I know, what's wrong?"

Guma

"I found out which bastards did it, and now I'm going to kill them."

"Can't you call the police?" The black man was still a little confused.

Thanos smiled: "If calling the police is useful, I will. But believe me, calling the police will not let them get the punishment they deserve. On the contrary, it will only make them more rampant."

Staring into Thanos' eyes, the black man was sure of one thing: he wasn't lying.

At least he didn't when it came to killing people.

The tense atmosphere suddenly disappeared. The black man scratched his head in annoyance and suddenly stretched out his right hand: "Buck, Buck Eugene."

"Thanos Lovells."

The two shook hands, and Buck turned his back and pulled out a black suitcase from under the row of weapons on display. He stuffed the box into Thanos's arms with a serious face: "Open it when you get back. There are instructions inside.

, any idiot can assemble it according to the instructions. There are still two hundred rounds of ammunition in the box, which is enough for you."

He picked up the python revolver again, took a large travel bag, and threw the revolver and shotgun into it, followed by a pile of boxed bullets. After doing all this, Buck said with a very unhappy expression: "Forget it.

You have eight hundred dollars - in cash, is there any problem?"

"No."

Thanos paid the bill neatly, and they returned to the convenience store. Buck had changed his expression. He threw a bottle of wine wrapped in a brown paper bag to Thanos and said, "Just think of it as me."

A thank you gift for you, man."

"What thank you gift?"

"Thank you for avenging Mrs. Jackson." Buck gritted his teeth and said. "I haven't drank for many years, but if you succeed and I see the news on TV, I will have a drink."

Thanos smiled, turned around and left the convenience store.

At six o'clock that night, he took a detour and returned to his home. Locking the wooden door, Thanos threw the travel bag on the ground, put the black suitcase on the table, and slowly opened it. What caught his eye was a

The prototype of a firearm is, to be precise, its separated parts.

Buck didn't lie, there was indeed an instruction manual inside. But Thanos didn't need this thing, so he installed this exquisite treasure in just a few clicks. Holding it in his hand, the short but powerful feeling made Thanos feel a little nostalgic.

He hasn't used a gun in a long time.

Along with the gun, there were three magazines. Thanos just sat in his living room, turning off the lights and started loading bullets.

He wasn't very angry, just felt a little confused.

The human network is a good thing, at least for Thanos. He broke through those loopholes with ease. Through surveillance and hours of hard work, Thanos easily found out who the murderer was. He
To be continued...